…At Night (Harry’s House)…
.............................
Harmony's POV:
.............................
“Is she awake yet?” I hear someone asking, but I can’t see the person. “Wake her up. Do something!” Another voice roars in worry, making me ears pierce from the manly tone.“Will you quiet down, she was so scared when she fainted. Let her rest for Christ’s sake.” A third voice speaks, but I notice the owner of that unforgettable tone; Harry. “Look, she’s waking up. Quick, get her a glass of water.”
I flutter my eyelashes, opening my eyes slowly. The light rays from the lamp are the first thing that strike my vision, making me squint my eyes shut. I open them back, to notice five heads hovering over me. Fear builds up in me, as I begin to whimper backwards; prepared to run again for my life. “(He speaks warmly) Hey, we won’t hurt you. Its just us.”Liam says in concern, trying to push my shoulders down to relax.
“Here you go, drink this.” Louis hands me the glass, but I’m too scared to drink; they might have put something in it. I shake my head in a wild action, noticing a sigh released around me. “Give me the glass, and leave me alone with her lads.” Harry instructs, while the four other boys give me a sympathetic look. Once they leave, I push myself away from the couch; taking my chance to leave. Harry grabs my hand, and surprises me with the tender feeling. Why isn’t he choking me to death?
Why hasn’t anyone killed me already? “Harmony, please calm down. Look at me.” I shake my head, keeping my eyes shut. I don’t want to see him, nor do I want to be around him; not when I know that he may hurt me for my knowledge. His other hand rests on my thigh, repositioning my seating placement; so I could face him. “Please, love just open your eyes?”
His voice sounds sincere and calm, but I can’t trust him anymore. He and the rest turned out to be the worst people that I could encounter in my life. How could I be so dumb to think that I was safe here? No one could grant me safety, except for myself only. I feel his hand disappear from my thigh, sliding upwards to cup my cheek.
“Come on, please?” I know he wants me to look at him, but I’m too frustrated and afraid to do so. I begin to find the tiny percentage of courage collaborating with me, making my eyes open. Once they do again, the first thing they spot are emerald green. Harry gives me the best smile that he could offer right now, maintaining his calmness. I find it hard to believe that he, out of all people, is acting this calm with the worst-case scenario. “(I whisper) Why haven’t you killed me already…?”
His eyes narrow at mine, feeling like I have offended him in some matter. “Here. (He hands me the glass of water) Drink this, and relax.” He brings it closer to my mouth, but I turn my head to the side. “No! You might have put something in there…” He doesn’t speak, and once I turn my face back to look at him; he smiles. He lifts the cup in front of me, and takes a drink out of it.
“Are you going to drink now?” I cross out the thought of being drugged, and I nod slowly. I stretch my hand weakly to take the glass for him, but he leans it closer to my mouth. “Let me.” I stay quiet, departing my lips when the glass touches my mouth. I gulp down the water, eliminating the dryness of my throat.
“Now, will you let me explain before you go crazy all over the place?” He asks, placing the cup at the table. I nod quietly, waiting for him to talk. I may regret this, and I may not; but at least none of them harmed me. I thought Harry would be the first to let his insanity act upon me; but he keeps on surprising me more, day by day. Will I accept what he’s going to tell me? I’m not sure, but what I am certain of; their job is not even near to my acceptance… it never will be.
YOU ARE READING
Binding Rules
FanfictionAmbition & optimism are the two things, anyone needs to be able to succeed in their lives. Sometimes, in rare occasions, a person must drop the rule book of life; to achieve their goal. This goal could be a dream, a life plan, or even a love to a pe...
